Song | Hell in a Handbasket |
Artist | Voltaire |
Album | Ooky Spooky |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ... | |
Oh and Now | |
The end is near | |
And I face that final curtain | |
So good-bye to strife | |
This is the last dance of my life | |
Lord of this I'm certain | |
I've been a sinner. | |
I've been a saint. | |
Done both good and evil deeds. | |
Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends | |
and that's good enough for me. | |
Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive. | |
Well if that's true then why | |
does there need to be a hell? | |
Hey, what's that sulfury smell? | |
Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh. | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
It's a Bohemian Rhapsody. | |
Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche. | |
Oh, Beelzebub's got a devil put aside for me. | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
With my flesh they'll make a feast. | |
I'm gonna be there in that number. | |
That's 666, the number of the beast. | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
Well, at least I'll have a view. | |
Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire. | |
Oh, don't you worry, I saved a seat for You. | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I might like it that way. | |
No, this ain't no lie, I'd rather be Kentucky Fried | |
Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
I'd pray if I had the guile. | |
No, this ain't no fib | |
I'd rather be a splatter on the Devil's bib | |
'Cause on my knees repentent ain't my style. | |
I'm goin to Hell, in a handbasket. | |
Oh please don't pray for me. | |
No I don't need to be saved, of the devil I ain't afraid. | |
There ain't nothin' he can do that ain't already been done to me. | |
I'm going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I'll have good company too. | |
'Cause if I was so bad, then there's no need to be sad. | |
'Cause everybody else will be there too (including you)! | |
Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive | |
The self-righteous who deceive | |
When your words they twist, | |
We both know Hell don't exist, | |
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe |
zuo qu : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ... | |
Oh and Now | |
The end is near | |
And I face that final curtain | |
So goodbye to strife | |
This is the last dance of my life | |
Lord of this I' m certain | |
I' ve been a sinner. | |
I' ve been a saint. | |
Done both good and evil deeds. | |
Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends | |
and that' s good enough for me. | |
Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive. | |
Well if that' s true then why | |
does there need to be a hell? | |
Hey, what' s that sulfury smell? | |
Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
It' s a Bohemian Rhapsody. | |
Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche. | |
Oh, Beelzebub' s got a devil put aside for me. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
With my flesh they' ll make a feast. | |
I' m gonna be there in that number. | |
That' s 666, the number of the beast. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
Well, at least I' ll have a view. | |
Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire. | |
Oh, don' t you worry, I saved a seat for You. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I might like it that way. | |
No, this ain' t no lie, I' d rather be Kentucky Fried | |
Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
I' d pray if I had the guile. | |
No, this ain' t no fib | |
I' d rather be a splatter on the Devil' s bib | |
' Cause on my knees repentent ain' t my style. | |
I' m goin to Hell, in a handbasket. | |
Oh please don' t pray for me. | |
No I don' t need to be saved, of the devil I ain' t afraid. | |
There ain' t nothin' he can do that ain' t already been done to me. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I' ll have good company too. | |
' Cause if I was so bad, then there' s no need to be sad. | |
' Cause everybody else will be there too including you! | |
Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive | |
The selfrighteous who deceive | |
When your words they twist, | |
We both know Hell don' t exist, | |
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe |
zuò qǔ : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ... | |
Oh and Now | |
The end is near | |
And I face that final curtain | |
So goodbye to strife | |
This is the last dance of my life | |
Lord of this I' m certain | |
I' ve been a sinner. | |
I' ve been a saint. | |
Done both good and evil deeds. | |
Oh, but in the end, I was good to my friends | |
and that' s good enough for me. | |
Oh good Lord, they say all souls you forgive. | |
Well if that' s true then why | |
does there need to be a hell? | |
Hey, what' s that sulfury smell? | |
Now I can feel, the fire, creepin up my thigh. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
It' s a Bohemian Rhapsody. | |
Oh, Galileo, mamma mia, Scaramouche, Scaramouche. | |
Oh, Beelzebub' s got a devil put aside for me. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
With my flesh they' ll make a feast. | |
I' m gonna be there in that number. | |
That' s 666, the number of the beast. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
Well, at least I' ll have a view. | |
Oh, I will see the fire, through the rusty razor wire. | |
Oh, don' t you worry, I saved a seat for You. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I might like it that way. | |
No, this ain' t no lie, I' d rather be Kentucky Fried | |
Than alive and kicking in Jersey any day | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
I' d pray if I had the guile. | |
No, this ain' t no fib | |
I' d rather be a splatter on the Devil' s bib | |
' Cause on my knees repentent ain' t my style. | |
I' m goin to Hell, in a handbasket. | |
Oh please don' t pray for me. | |
No I don' t need to be saved, of the devil I ain' t afraid. | |
There ain' t nothin' he can do that ain' t already been done to me. | |
I' m going to Hell in a handbasket. | |
And I' ll have good company too. | |
' Cause if I was so bad, then there' s no need to be sad. | |
' Cause everybody else will be there too including you! | |
Oh, good Lord, I only ask you forgive | |
The selfrighteous who deceive | |
When your words they twist, | |
We both know Hell don' t exist, | |
Except in the minds of the poor fools who believe |